i'm finally back online on a more permanent basis, so expect me to be around to chat and participate in the group more often.

the last year has been a rather insane one for me, for more reasons that i really should get into right now, heh. for the most part, 'blue skies burning', Case's Transmissions, and the game under development are still on hiatus until further notice. the entire project has become too overwhelming and i'm just not ready to…

ROE is a funny thing. it's usually dictated to us by politicians in support of some far fetched and completely unrealistic agenda. but politicians don't wage war, warriors do. i've worked with guys that fought in the middle easterna conflicts that told me stories of utterly asinine rules on how they were supported to fight their battles. fucked up shit, man.

lucky for me, my first combat experience was in Siberia and our government wanted nothing more than to win. fortunately,…

i lay in the bed of a dark room, staring into the deeper darkness beyond the doorway several meters from the foot of my bed. it felt like an eternity that i laid motionless, my eyes trying to pierce the shadows before they finally parted, like a curtain between my world and one i wished i didn't know was real.

the zombie that stepped through the door had to be ten feet tall. it had to bend over to fit into the room. the revenant's clothes were in tatters, its head skinless,…

My unit rotated in to clearing the business district of downtown Chicago last week. Combat units work on 1 of 4 different rotations- Security, Civilian Escort, Suburban Ops, Urban Ops, for a month or so before being reassigned. it's supposed to prevent burnout and keep us on our toes. It remains to be seen how effective it is. So far, I've only been on Sweep and Clear Operations.

Remember how much i bitched about standard urban ops dealing with Romeo? I should've kept my…

ok, first things first. our intel gathering op was a massive butt fucking catastrophe. we failed our mission, lost half of the squad, and had to fight our way out of one of the worst cluster fucks i've yet been privy to. but i'm on the clock, so that story will have to wait until another time.

we found out afterwards that we were just one of several teams attempting untested methods of getting Romeo into those creepy ass labs we're not allowed to enter. quite a few never…

fucking hell... i knew it. didn't i just fucking predict what was coming? got the orders an hour ago along with an hour long briefing from some lab monkey.

the last few days we spent working our way around the wall, checking for problems. and there were some fucked up problems. strange fucking shit going down around this city. i can't believe some of the shit we ran into... shit with no logical explanation, shit that scares the hell out of all of us. we were told not to…

goddamn! some days i really love my fucking job. so we're still in the middle of locking down chicago, il. sappers have set up a wall around the entire city. nothing gets in, nothing gets out without our say so. the navy and coast guard are constantly patrolling the rivers and lakes. the evacuation procedures have officially ended, although we expect to recover hold outs barricaded here and there. now we can fucking get this party started.

Downtown Chicago took 4 weeks to clear before we started moving to clear the surrounding areas. Chicago officially returned to normal three days later while cleaning crews were still operating. Business began as usual even though beyond the slowly expanding walls of our perimeters, hell raged throughout the world.

We learned the internet had only been down two weeks. The world starts crashing down around us and somewhere, it's a priority to keep survivors from…

ok... so if you've read part 1, you might be wondering why i've got a sudden hard-on for this author. well, i'm gonna fucking tell you. The Zombie Survival Guide started making the rounds in the weeks following the 'outbreak'. we weren't getting briefed on the threat and we were in desperate need of intel. unfuckingfortunately, this book not only didn't give anything useful, it's probably responsible for an obscenely high number of deaths- indirectly adding to our adversaries numbers.…

In the Infantry, you grow accustomed to something working against you at all times. SOMETHING will fuck up when everything else is in your favor. currently for us, that something is snow. motherfucking snow. i grew up in Texas, where snow is a novelty you see in tiny amounts every few years. my time in Siberia was spent below the snow line during the cold months. this is my first winter dealing with catastrophic fucking levels of snow. and i'm spending it in the fucking Windy City…

So yeah... anyway, get flown into the city via Blackhawks. The first time I laid eyes on the city was at dusk coming in from the southwest, there were columns of smoke from some pretty bad fires here and there. Coming over the highway at two hundred feet made it pretty easy to see blood splattering the miles of totaled cars, bodies everywhere, people running around, screaming while Romeos ran them down. Saw that probably a dozen times before we reached our objective.

We recently finished evacuating downtown Chicago, IL and the next outer ring of the city. It's my first time in the Windy City and my first time back to the US in almost a year. Fourth Division was scrambled sometime between 'holy shit, you're joking' and 'life isn't worth living if i have to be awake right now' hours during the night, told we had thirty mikes to pack our gear, personal effects and weapons and rushed onto a plane. Not one of those cozy commercial flights, either. Nah,…

My name is Specialist Case. Some of my colleagues and superiors call me Rodent. I'd have to check my tags for my first name, I haven't had one for longer than I can remember. I am thirty years old. And I'm an active duty soldier.

I guess you'd be surprised to know your government still have a very active and stable military gauging from what I've read. We've got new missions now, but we're still very much around. And extremely busy.